I overheard in the library

A little bit of crying

She told of her loss

And how she felt like dying

Only six weeks along

Then taken all the same

She didn’t do anything

But felt totally to blame

Dismissed by her story

By the doctors and best friend

Saying she was just late

There was nothing there to end

She felt hopeless

And had no baby to hold

She’d been trying for a while

But may fear the thought has grown old

She wasn’t the first

And won’t be the last

To be ignored

To be dismissed fast

She knew what she felt

And knew it was there

But it never developed

With little baby hair

No toys to be bought

No onesies to wash

No birthdays to celebrate

No diapers to toss

She smiled at the invite

To the baby shower

But they don’t know

Of her darkest hour

She was sent home alone

After test after test

Told it’s only her cycle

Maybe get some rest

But she knew what it meant

To be ten days late

To see that much blood

And remember the date

I overheard in the library

She wanted them to see

But the one who understood her pain

Sat nearby, was me